It's another Woody (Allen) Wednesday and I have officially caught up for the ones I've missed *holding for applause*. Now, as you may have figured out, my love for Woody Allen expands above and beyond my love for any other director. I own his movies, a t-shirt with his face on it, a poster, I quote him all the time, he is my phone's wallpaper, and I own his books (also want to point out none of this is creepy I just idealize the man). Yes, I own his books and not just books where he is interviewed, or people write about him, although I own a few of them, but books written by him. I thought I'd be a nice change of pace if I reviewed one of them, Without Feathers.
Without Feathers, along with many other books by Allen, is a compilation of short stories and plays originally written for newspapers and magazines while Allen himself struggled to break into the movie business (in fact I believe many were written while he was in Europe waiting to film Casino Royal.... I'm actually kinda positive, probably shouldn't know this off the top of my head but what the hell I do). Now my attention span is short, very short, I've walked away from this computer multiple times while in the middle of writing a single post, yet I somehow sat down and finished this book within a few hours. I have mentioned here before how I am more a watcher than a reader and yet I love this book more than almost half the movies I've seen.
In particular a play entitled, Death (A Play). I want to see this play performed, put on a stage, somewhere, anywhere. It is just too good to sit in a book unread by so many people. I have personally bookmarked this play, highlighted it, and handed it off to a friend while crying. Perhaps my favorite lines of dialogue to have ever been written resides in this play (and now on this blog): "I'm not afraid to die, I just don't want to be there when it happens." Is your mind blown? Is that not the most beautiful thing you've ever read?! Now read it in Woody's voice! I'm sorry, I'm pressing the keys on the keyboard rather hard I'm so happy to be able to share this with you. That's just one line in an otherwise Allenesque stream of conscious play, and entire book
Another play, God (A Play), breaks the 4th wall so many times I've lost track. It features actors on stage, Allen himself as a director, and an audience of actors making the play you read on the page. I reread line so many times in order to keep my head from exploding. The play is extremely hilarious and also something I would pay to see performed, both plays feel like they belong in a movie ensemble similar to the format of Everything You Have Always Wanted to Know About Sex *But Were Too Afraid to Ask.
In this book it is extremely apparent that Allen wrote whatever he could think of and whatever, to him, was funny. Fortunately, what's funny for him turned out to be funny for just about everyone and a few years after they were published, Woody was steadily becoming one of the greatest, well-known directors of his time. Years later, in the early 80s, those publications were put into book form where they now sit, on my bookshelf, surrounded by multiple other Woody Allen books.
The books doesn't necessarily make sense, I'd be lying if I said I understood what he meant by half the stories but that is part of the comical appeal. It is a humor book, and I know many people don't find reading fun but I died of laughter in a public park reading this, certainly you will too. It is not too long, I'd give the precise page count except I've lent it to someone. I would also like to recommend that if this book is something that interests you, look into his other three master pieces as well. I have not fully finished them all, although I do own them, but I have read halfway through them and cannot wait to have the time to read further, in fact, I'll start now.
I'll be back to movies on the next post!




